Judge — December 20, 1919 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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Looks Like a Large Occasion JUDGE. is going hold a COL- LEGE WITS CONTEST, to be run on the same principles as an inter- collegiate track meet. Pictures, poems articles and jokes are invited as entries in this contest, from undergraduates of all colleges. All pies accepted will be pub- Ww ITS NU MBER of JUDGE, to appear March 6. Each contribution published will bear the name, class and college of the contributor, will score for his or her alma mater, and be paid for. The best picture wins a silver cup. does the best text contribution The college making the best showing the large silver trophy for one year must be won three times for perma- nent possession). All material entered in this contest Identified must be received at the JUDGE office wie is the man that wears a smile | Points of View by February 1. Color designs (in all Upon a beaming face, § NYONE who does not marry is a fool mediums), forthe cover, by January 15. And hopes to dress his wife in style | i? onsider the picture My wife and I be Address COLI iE OWE CON- And gain a social place? | Vi re the fire. She is sitting curled on the sofa TES and enclose postage for return O that my sweet one is the soul ] } se adear little kitten. The dim light from the of material in case of rejection. Who caters « | vc is reflected in the ripples in her hair. She He skimped the | smiling and*her eyes are half closed and He sliced ' lemon in the varkling. How wonderful she is. We say That's the End Instead of tea—cash is his goal. I} nthing—are too happy for words. Here is Full—What’s the matter with that big fish We starve while he is fed. +) eaven on earth playing guard? ! 2 Ss ie. 2 Back—Why—er just got mixed up with the Who is that man with face so sad, Stantord Chaparral Whose eves are brimmed with woe, Who is that melancholy lad, What makes him mutter so? To him, my sweet one, fell the lot Of managing the spread, He’s sad to gaze on, is he not? He seems perturbed and rather hot, If thoughtful you could hit on what Strange phrases fill his head. Harvard Lampoon Anyone who marries is a fool. Consider the uckle.—s cture. My wife and I before the fire (coal ten yllars a ton). She is sitting curled on the sofe ke a cat (which she is). The dim light from the re shows quite clearly that most of her hair is se. She is frowning and her eyes are heli and threatening. How tiresome she is! 1D) ose: | f) ’e say nothing—there is nothing to say. Here Hell on earth.—Princeton Tiger i Ain't Ita Fact? That when you know one swell girl to take to i re Hop, you are unable to go—well, for various ia i The Prof's Jest Student (translating) —The-er-er-er-man-er- i er-then-er-er— H Professor—Don't laugh gentlemen—to err is human.—VYale Record. sons? That the leading man in the Opera doesn’t o the part as well as you could have done > Shoot! Offspring—Ves, Dad, I'm a big gun up here That you always know everything in a course |) scept what the prof asks for the exam ques. +1) ons? That the Hop queens can’t beat little Maggie. a the old home town?—Michigan Gargoyle man on Way Kupp—What is the fastest rd : Dee The one who tons out the Tight, tt Michigan . . aad ta bed tedoce the roots gers dark Wise Father—Well, then, why don’t I hear Sun Dial. better reports? —Michigan Gargoyle comichooks.